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Peverell's Children	By : Zakaira Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Author’s Note: Thank you for all of the wonderful reviews and wedding proposal ideas you’ve given me!

            Harry finished his detention essay Monday night with time to spare. “I’m done, Professor Snape,” he said laying his long parchment scrolls on Snape’s desk.

            “I hope you don’t think you’re done with your detention now that you have finished your assignment?” Snape asked blankly.

            “No sir. Draco’s coming by tomorrow to help me with occlumency and I have homework to do.”

            “Good. Get to it then Mr. Potter.”

            “Sir?”

            “Yes Mr. Potter?”

            “Draco was really upset before dinner, because you suggested he get an abortion.”

            “It is standard practice to recommend abortion in cases of rape, Mr. Potter.”

            “Well even if it is, Draco and I talked about it and we both want to keep this baby, so I’d appreciate if you wouldn’t mention that to him again.”

            “Very well then. Is that all or do you have something else that needs my attention keeping you from your homework?”

            “I want to thank you for checking him out. He said you agreed to be his healer and help deliver the baby. Thank you, sir.”

            “Do not go repeating that Mr. Potter; I have an image to uphold. Now get back to work and don’t forget to take your basket this time,” Snape said, motioning to where Harry’s opened gift basket sat on his counter.

            “Yes sir,” Harry replied, retrieving the gift basket, shrinking it, and storing it in his backpack along with the other one. Then he went back to his seat to do all of the homework he hadn’t gotten to earlier, because of his meeting with Draco.

            Harry didn’t finish his homework before ten that night, but he went to sleep after detention anyway. Professor Sprout would reprimand him for not knowing what hellebore is or how to handle it, so he’d have to figure that out during free period before lunch; maybe Neville could help. With that and his next batch of homework coming in, he had a lot to do, but he wanted to see Draco again. That morning he pulled out his coin, tapped his wand, and “3pm ROR” appeared. Five minutes later he felt the same coin burning his pocket and when he pulled it out, it read, “Yes.” Harry had a date, so he went downstairs to breakfast happy, loading his plate up with eggs and toast.

            “Harry, I’m done with your book,” Hermione said discreetly handing Harry back the Peverell pregnancy book, which he tucked into his backpack. “I was thinking that we could talk about this before dinner today.”

            “I haven’t had a chance to read it yet and I still have a lot of homework left. At this rate I won’t be able to make our before dinner Quidditch practice tomorrow. Can this wait until tomorrow or Thursday even?” Harry asked.

            “Yeah, sure. I just want you to know that I’m here for you, if you need to talk,” she replied.

            “Brilliant,” Harry said with a smile, before glancing over to the Slytherin table. He wanted to see how Draco was doing. He wanted to know if he had a cup full of tea-spiked pumpkin juice and what he was eating for breakfast and if he had felt sick that morning.

            “Is there something going on with Malfoy?” Hermione whispered.

            “No? Why?” Harry asked, trying to pretend like he hadn’t just been studying Malfoy’s bowl from across the Great Hall. Why did Malfoy have a bowl in front of him, when everyone else had plates of eggs and toast? Had he asked for it, or had Dobby just made it appear in front of him? Would he be hungry later? Maybe he should get a snack to give him; something he could slip Draco in the hallway between classes.

            “You keep watching him again,” Hermione answered.

            “I bet Malfoy’s up to something. He’s probably trying to get Harry kicked out of school. I bet he starts another fight soon,” Ron said, leaning in from the other side of Hermione.

            “I’m not going to get expelled, because I’m gonna leave him alone and I want you to do the same, Ron,” Harry replied.

            “He’s right Ron, we can’t be seen messing with him, any of us, or it will reflect badly on Harry. But we can help Harry resume his spying on Malfoy,” Hermione replied.

            “What? No, I decided to stop spying on him,” Harry replied.

            “Because you didn’t have the time with Snape’s detentions, but Ron and I can help out; we’ll watch him this week for you,” Hermione offered.

            “Yeah mate, we’ve got your back,” Ron added.

            “No. Just no. I’m not spying on Malfoy anymore. That’s how I got into trouble the last time. He’s not up to anything, remember? That day in the bathroom I found out that he’s just been worried about his mum. How would you feel if your dad was in prison and Voldemort had your mum?” Harry asked.

            “Not good,” Ron replied.

            “Horrible. But Harry, something’s changed with him, I can sense it. He’s been acting more normal lately. I bet he joined Voldemort and got his mum back,” Hermione whispered.

            “No. Snape got Malfoy’s mum back; he’s keeping her at a safe house. That’s why Malfoy has been acting more normal,” Harry replied.

            “How do you know all this?” Hermione asked accusingly.

            “Detention. I overheard Snape and Malfoy talking about it in detention last week.”

            “Why didn’t you tell us?”

            “I forgot about it; it wasn’t important. And I didn’t have time to tell you anyways, because I’ve been busy with all these detentions and buried under a load of homework. Now can we just drop it, eat our breakfast, and get to class?” Harry asked.

            “Yeah, okay mate,” Ron replied.

            Hermione nodded and the three of them went back to eating. Just as Harry was finishing his toast, a shiny red apple caught his eye. There was a bowl of fruit on the table that he had ignored before, but the apple reminded him of his occlumency lesson with Draco last week, when Draco had been frustrated and asked Harry to think about something easy, like an apple. Harry grabbed the apple and stowed it in his backpack to give to Draco later.

            Defense class passed as usual and afterwards Neville agreed to help him with his herbology homework. One bullet dodged, Harry felt relieved. Now he just had to insult Draco a bit in the hallway and possibly find a way to pass him the apple, before going with Neville to the library. He pulled the apple out in the hallway and began to wipe it off, as if he were planning to eat it.

            “Oi Potter,” Draco called, exiting the classroom.

            “What Malfoy? Couldn’t get into Voldemort’s army, so you decide to practice on me, eh?” Harry asked, looking pointedly at the apple in his hand.

            “No, I just heard a rumor and I was wondering if it was true,” Draco baited.

            “What ferret?”

            “I heard that Snape wants you expelled. It’s true, innit?”

            “Yeah, so what? He’s wanted me and Ron expelled since second year.”

            “Yeah, but now he’s got Dumbledore on his side. He told me that if you so much as touch me, that you’ll be expelled.” Draco had a smug look on his face.

            “Well I’m not touching you, am I?”

            “No, but you can’t do anything back to me, even if I do this,” Draco said, snatching Harry’s apple out of his hand and pushing Harry backwards.

            Harry could’ve stood his ground and held onto the apple, but instead he let go and allowed himself to fall on his bum. He watched from the ground as Draco walked away, taking a bite of the apple. Harry had to suppress a smile that his plan had worked, because Ron was hooking an arm under his elbow and helping him up.

            “Stupid blasted ferrety git. I’ll get him back for you,” Ron muttered.

            “No, it’s fine Ron, don’t. I don’t want to get in trouble and I’m not even hurt.”

            “Harry’s right; you can’t go after Malfoy, or he’ll get blamed,” Neville added.

            “Exactly. Let’s just get to the library,” Harry said heading in the direction of the library.

            The rest of the school day passed event-free and Harry found himself heading, finally, to the room of requirement to meet Draco. This time Harry had both gift baskets in his backpack and he wanted to start using the stretching potion, so he took the baskets out and unshrunk them. He put the unopened one on the top shelf of the closet in the hut and left the opened one on the dresser. He was just pulling out the stretching potion and trying to read the microscopic directions on the label, when Draco came in.

            “What’re you doing?” Draco asked, walking into the hut and setting his schoolbag down on the side of the bed. He noticed that it was a bed again, not the usual loveseat.

            “I was trying to read the instructions on the stretching potion, but the writing is just too small,” Harry answered, sitting on the edge of the bed with the potion.

            “That’s because it’s shrunk to fit in the basket. You didn’t think this little tub was all the potion you’d need for three months of anal stretching, did you?” Draco asked, sitting down next to him and taking the potion in his hand, before unskrinking it.

            “Merlin’s beard,” Harry said, watching the small tub grow into a five gallon tub.

            “You’re so eloquent. Here, read your directions,” Draco said handing the huge tub over. He already knew the basics.

            “We don’t need three months’ worth, do we?” Harry asked. The tub was heavy, so he picked it up and set in on the dresser, next to the basket and wondered if all the little tubs of potions in the basket needed to be unshrunk.

            “Well there’s a chart in the basket that says it. I haven’t measured myself; the largest take three months, but I’m certainly not among the largest.”

            “You’re not? You certainly are the largest I’ve ever seen.” He wasn’t counting the ones in the book.

            “Definitely not. Father said not to worry about it though, because I’m still growing. He said it will keep growing until I’m about twenty.”

            “So you’re not the largest yet, but you will be?”

            “You do know I’m a pureblood, right?” Draco asked. Harry nodded. “And I told you the saying, the purer the blood the bigger the dick?”

            “Yeah…” Harry replied.

            “I’m really pureblooded. I’ve got loads of Peverells in my ancestry.”

            “Great. I’ll just have to stretch my arse accordingly,” Harry replied, finding the chart in the basket. On one side it had a chart with penis lengths and widths and the corresponding length of time the stretching potion would need to be used. Harry flipped it over and found that the other side had the directions for a measuring spell. “There’s a measuring spell here.”

            “Let me see; I don’t want you aiming your wand at my bits,” Draco replied, so Harry handed the chart over.

            Draco took five minutes to study the spell and practice casting it on the tub of stretching potion, before he dared cast it on his dick.

            “Eh Harry?” Draco asked blushing.

            “Yeah Draco?”

            “You gotta get me hard before I can cast the spell. Can you kiss me?”

            “Anytime,” Harry replied before taking Draco into his arms and snogging him senseless.

            Draco’s head was spinning from the lack of blood flow to the brain and his unoxygenated state, resulting from struggling to breathe through his nose, as his mouth was currently blocked by the intense heat of Harry’s mouth. Harry’s tongue was in his mouth and Harry’s lips were on his lips, sealing their mouths shut. Draco’s heart was pounding, rushing all the blood in his body straight to his dick, quickly solving his measuring problem.

            “How’s that?” Harry asked, breaking away from the kiss and giving Draco a chance to breathe.

            “Perfect,” Draco replied, still panting. “I’ll just go in the loo and um…measure,” Draco answered.

            Draco went into the bathroom, pulled his robes up and his pants down, revealing his newly awakened dick. He carefully cast the spell and his measurements glowed in green lettering above his dick. He tucked his dick away and fixed his robe back into place, before exiting the bathroom. “Thirty-two centimeters long and nine centimeters in diameter, which means about two months,” Draco said putting the chart back in the basket and sitting once more on the bed next to Harry.

            “End of term, that’s brilliant,” Harry replied.

            “Don’t go thinking that just because your arse is ready that I’m gonna bugger you, because I won’t,” Draco warned.

            “Oh don’t worry, I’m willing to wait until marriage. I’m just glad I can get the stretching done now and not have to bring the potion with me back to the Dursleys. Can you imagine how awkward it’d be to stretch my arse with my aunt in the next room and my cousin barging through my door?” Harry lied.

            Harry wanted his marriage proposal to be a surprise and he didn’t even have a ring yet. He would have to get a ring this weekend in Hogsmeade and he would have to ask Draco’s mother for his hand in marriage and get a lawyer to arrange a marriage contract. He wanted to get married before the baby was born. The sooner the better, because he didn’t know what would happen; Voldemort could get to Harry without warning and Harry wanted to leave Draco as prepared as possible, and having a legal second parent for their baby was part of that.

            “Good,” Draco replied, slightly relieved. He was still a little worried that Harry would try to jump his dick as soon as he could, but maybe Harry had come to see things his way, the pureblooded way.

            “Now, how do I get it from this tub, into my bum?” Harry asked.

            “With one of the applicators and fingers,” Draco replied getting up from the bed to retrieve a box of applicators from the basket. He unshrunk it and handed it to Harry.

            “Great,” Harry said looking at the weird device. It was the width of a potions vial, but had a moving plunger that pushed into the main barrel.

            “There should be a spell to get the potion to go into the applicator,” Draco said retrieving the booklet of sex spells from the basket, before sitting down on the bed with it. “Here we go.” Draco followed the directions on the card and cast the spell that filled the applicator with stretching potion.

            “Brilliant,” Harry replied.

            “Now you need to strip and use the preparation charms again.”

            “All of them? The cleaning, stretching, and lubricating charms?” Harry asked, getting up and removing his clothes. Would he need the lubricating charm if he was putting the stretching potion inside him?

            “The cleaning charm is probably superfluous, now that you don’t have to worry about excrement, but it doesn’t hurt to do it and there might be blood or something left over from Sunday, so go ahead and do it.”

            “But do I need the lubricant one too if I’m using the potion?” He was standing awkwardly in front of the bed, naked, while Draco was still fully clothed in his school robes.

            “Yeah, it’ll make it easier for the applicator to go in. It’s pretty big for someone who has only ever had a finger up there.”

            Harry wanted to make a comment about the applicator being smaller than a turd and he had had plenty of turds pass through there, but he didn’t think that was an appropriate comment, so he kept it to himself. “Alright,” he said and cast the three charms, one at a time. “Now what?”

            “Now lie on the bed with your arse up and I’ll put the potion in.”

            “Okay,” Harry said, crawling on the bed, with his bum up in the air and his head down in his arms. He was a bit embarrassed about the situation, but he was also glad Draco was participating.

            “Relax,” Draco said crawling behind Harry and looking at the smooth round arse in front of him. He was nervous about doing this, but he also thought it was hot and he was still horny from the measuring. His dick was half hard in his pants and it seemed to jolt alive as he spread Harry’s arse cheeks with one hand, finally getting a look at the tight hole within. The skin around it looked shinny and pink, but the skin got darker the closer it got to Harry’s entrance, making it more of a brown color in the middle.

            Draco carefully lined up the applicator and pushed it into Harry’s arse, just far enough to be held by Harry’s sphincter. Then he slowly pushed the plunger down, forcing the creamy white potion inside the small opening.

            The potion felt wet and cold as it entered him and Harry moaned. The fact that it was Draco doing this to him made it erotic and his half-hard cock twitched and grew as he thought about it.

            “Okay, it’s in, so I’m just gonna pull the applicator out and push my finger in,” Draco said pulling the applicator out. Harry nodded into his arms, so Draco slowly pushed one finger into the tight hole. The potion felt cold and wet and the surrounding hole felt hot. His finger slipped in easily, but some of the stretching potion leaked out, dripping white liquid down Harry’s anus. Draco didn’t know why this was so hot, but his dick was throbbing in his pants, begging for attention. Draco got the sudden urge to pull his dick out and push it inside the hot slick hole, but he knew his basic geometry: a large peg doesn’t fit in a tiny hole. It wouldn’t work, so Draco pushed the thought aside and focused on pushing his finger into the hole and pulling it out again.

            Draco’s finger thrusting in and out of Harry’s arse felt as good as wanking his cock, but in a different way. Both sensations sent Harry’s heart racing and his breath panting, as electricity shot through his groin, setting his balls on fire with a need to cum. Both were good, but in different ways. This new sensation was more like getting stretched and filled and knowing that it was Draco doing it made it so much better. Harry was moaning with every thrust and his balls tingled in anticipation and his untouched cock twitched. Harry was fairly certain that if Draco were to reach his hand around and touch his cock, he would cum right then and there. But he didn’t want this to end, so he left his cock aching and untouched.

            Draco imagined that it was his dick inside Harry arse, not his finger. That thought was so hot that his dick twitched and spasmed in his pants. He was fairly sure he would find a pool of pre-cum in the wizard-dick-space later. He would have to clean them before putting them back on.

            “Try crooking your finger, to stretch the hole more. You’re supposed to be able to get more fingers in there,” Harry said in between pants of breath. The thrusting finger was wonderful, but Harry had a goal in mind of taking Draco’s massive cock and he would need to be stretched a lot more thoroughly before that would happen.

            “Tell me if I’m hurting you,” Draco replied and crooked his finger.

            “Mmmm, it’s definitely not hurting,” Harry moaned, his aching cock leaking pre-cum down his shaft and dripping onto his leg.

            “Good,” Draco said, exploring the canal. He found the round nub of flesh that was Harry’s cervix again. He circled his finger around it and pressed in gently. Harry moaned, so he repeated the motion a few times. “Does this spot feel different to you?”

            “Yeah, it feels good. Like it’s sending a bolt of fire to my balls when you press it,” Harry answered.

            “Are there supposed to be any other sensitive spots like this?” Draco wondered. Harry’s moans were making the pressure in his balls build and he didn’t know how much longer he could do this before he needed release.

            “Yeah, there’s supposed to be a prostate in there. It’s a gland that should feel really good when you touch it,” Harry replied, arching his bum up into Draco’s hand, to increase the pressure in his arse. He was right on the crest of orgasm, without even touching his cock, but he just needed a little bit more to send him over.

            “Brilliant. Where do I find that?” Draco asked curiously. He wanted to speed this along to get to the part where Harry would wank him already.

            “Um, it should be on the same side as the cervix, just further in. It might be hard to reach with just your fingers.”

            “Let me know if you feel it,” Draco replied, slowly moving his finger deeper and continuing to push on the wall on that side of the canal.

            Harry started writhing his bum in small circles, desperate to get that feeling back, as Draco’s finger left his sensitive nub to travel deeper inside. He was about to whine and complain that Draco’s finger needed to go back and return to what it had been doing. Moving like that when he was so close was an outrage! But then all coherent thought left him as the most intense pleasure he had ever felt shot through his body, making his toes curl as he let out a scream of pleasure and came all over the bed and his stomach.

            “Was that it? Did I get it?” Draco asked curiously. Judging from Harry’s reaction, he thought he had found it. Why else would Harry be twitching and spasmming like he was having the best orgasm of his life? He was certainly screaming and moaning enough for that to be the case. But Draco couldn’t see what was going on between Harry’s legs, so he didn’t know and therefore had nothing to do but continue to push and prod at the apparent lump he had found under Harry’s anal canal.

            “Urrg, stop,” Harry groaned, over stimulated. His cock was deflated, but still twitching every time Draco’s finger hit his spot and the pleasure was turning into pain as it became too much.

            “Are you okay?” Draco asked, quickly pulling his finger out and wiping it on the bedspread. Next time he would have to get some towels from the bathroom.

            “Yeah. Too good,” Harry replied sated.

            “The stretching potion has made a mess all over your bum,” Draco said, lying down next to Harry, who was still scrunched up with his head in his arms and is arse in the air. The white potion was dripping down out of Harry’s hole, down his legs, and onto the bedspread and he really didn’t think he could watch it anymore. It wasn’t just because it was making a mess, but more because it was hot and his raging hard on was still sorely neglected in his pants.

            “Okay. I’ll bathe or vanish it or something,” Harry replied lazily.

            “Harry?”

            Draco’s voice sounded like something was wrong and although Harry was blissed out right now, the pregnancy was new and fresh on his mind, so he was on high alert for any possible pregnancy complications and jumped up at the sound of Draco’s voice. “What is it? Is the baby okay?”

            When Harry rose up to his knees concerned, Draco averted his eyes from his naked spunk covered boyfriend, grossed out by all the fluids leaking out of him. What had been hot moments before suddenly wasn’t so hot now. He gagged for a second, but it stopped before anything came up. “Um, could you clean that up first?” Draco asked, his hand still cupping his mouth like he expected to be sick any minute now.

            “Yeah, right away,” Harry said, rushing to fix the problem before Draco puked. He vanished his cum and the excess stretching potion, cast a few cleaning charms, and found a fresh pair of pants from the dresser and a pair of pajama bottoms, which he put on. “Better?”

            “Yeah, loads,” Draco replied, no longer averting his eyes or cupping his mouth. Instead he sat with his back against the headboard, his knees up to his chest, and his arms wrapped around his knees.

            “What’s wrong? Is it the baby? Or the sickness?” Harry asked, joining Draco on the bed and sitting next to him.

            “Oh yeah, the baby is very distressed. It’s quite awful really.”

            “Why?” Harry asked thinking that there was a disconnect between how Draco was acting and the words he had said.

            “You’ve neglected my dick; all that dick stress isn’t good for the baby,” Draco replied with a smirk.

            “You wanker! I thought there was something really wrong at first,” Harry complained.

            “There was: I was horny and I was gonna puke.”

            “But I solved the puking part, so now I just need to fix the horny part and the baby will be alright?” Harry asked snickering.

            “You’re the one who brought up the baby. Instead of asking if I was alright, you jumped right to there being something wrong with the baby, completely forgetting that my neglected dick is killing me.”

            “Well let’s see it then,” Harry replied smiling and reaching over to help Draco take his robes off.

            Draco’s dick got stuck in his pants, because it was just so achingly hard. The waist band was too tight and he couldn’t get his dick to bend or move. It was tucked away in its pocket of wizard space and wouldn’t come out. Maneuvering his giant hard on out of his pants was always like solving a three-dimensional puzzle, but now that was made so much harder by the painful arousal; every brush against fabric resulted in a hiss of pain.

            Harry noticed Draco’s predicament and decided to take the opportunity to ask about the unusual pants Draco always wore. “So, um…how’d you get the extra space in your pants? Do you charm them yourself?”

            “No, my father can afford to buy me the best clothes the wizarding world has to offer; we don’t have to make our clothes ourselves,” Draco replied getting very frustrated very quickly.

            “You’re father bought you these pants?” Harry asked, trying not to laugh. For some reason he thought it was hilarious that Lucius Malfoy went to a clothing shop and ordered tailored pants to accommodate his son’s giant cock.

            “Yes, that’s what happens when you’re not orphaned practically at birth. Mother buys the dress robes and such and father covers the personal bits, like pants.”

            “Alright, how about we just cut this pair off you? You’ve got loads more clothes I bet,” Harry replied, trying to be practical, but also trying to distract himself from laughing.

            “No, I don’t have loads anymore. Mother’s been indisposed and father’s been in Azkaban, if you hadn’t noticed. I’ve grown more this year, so all my old clothes don’t fit anymore. I’m scraping the bottom of the clothing barrel and I definitely won’t be able to get anymore pants until after this war ends or father comes home,” Draco said, starting to cry. He was leaving out the part about needing bigger clothes to accommodate a growing baby within his body, but he was trying not to think about that, lest he break out into full blown sobs.

            “It’s okay Draco, I’ll order you some new clothes. We’ll figure out what you need and put in an order by owl and have them delivered to the school,” Harry said wrapping his arms around Draco and pulling him into his arms.

            Draco didn’t reply, other than to nod and hold onto one of Harry’s arms as it wrapped comforting around him.

            After a few minutes he began to notice that Draco was squirming in his lap and that reminded him that Draco had wanted to be wanked. “Here, let me help you with that,” Harry said reaching into Draco’s pants and taking hold of the massive cock with one hand, leaving the other arm wrapped around his torso. Harry too, couldn’t free the hard member from its confines, but he decided not to worry about that and instead concentrated on wanking it. The cock was already slick with pre-cum so he had no trouble sliding his hand up and down on the hard shaft over and over again.

            Harry had his hand under the fabric of Draco’s pants and inserted into his dick’s wizard space. From where Draco was looking down at his crotch, it looked like Harry’s arm went in his waistband and disappeared, because his pants were as flat as ever, except for the waistband, which bulged out like there was an arm in his pants. But although Draco couldn’t see what Harry’s hand was doing, he could certainly feel the slick friction of skin again skin as Harry wanked him with firm steady strokes. Draco could also hear the slapping, slurping sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin and that made up for not being able to see it. That and Draco felt safe, secure, and loved being held in Harry’s arms. He was happy and being wanked; it was a win-win scenario.

            “Next time you apply the stretching potion to my arse with those wonderfully long fingers of yours, I think that you should remove your pants first. You can leave on your robes or cover up with a blanket if you want, but the pants will have to go,” Harry said as his hand continued its rhythmic journey up and down a shaft that was so hard he could feel the blood pulsing in the skin under his hand.

            “Grhmphmm,” Draco replied, which certainly wasn’t the most intelligible thing he’d ever said, but he was too far gone to care. He was too busy taking in sharp harsh lungfuls of much needed oxygen to care. The magic was dancing and crackling again, shooting up and down his spine with spiky tendrils traveling back and forth to his groin and a fire was building in the pit of his stomach.

            “Yes, I agree,” Harry replied, as if Draco had said something intelligible. He continued to stroke Draco and hold him tight, which was harder than it sounds, because Draco was writhing, squirming, bucking, and arching his back, and all in Harry’s lap, and into his cock. His cock had been perfectly satisfied earlier, but was quickly stirring back to life now that it was being stimulated, not to mention the sounds Draco was making. The soft groans and extended moans, along with the panting for air, were all quite erotic to Harry’s ears.

            “What do you say I make you cum in your pants Draco? Can you imagine it? This wonderfully thick cock spurting hot white stripes of cum all over the inside of your pants? It’ll be all the rage in Paris, I’m sure. Probably start a new fashion trend; cum striped pants. Do you think you can do that for me Draco? Cum for me?” Harry asked in Draco’s ear.

            “Mmmmmmuggghhh,” Draco replied as Harry wanked him.

            Harry took that as an affirmative and set about kissing and sucking every inch of Draco’s skin that he could reach with his mouth. With Draco turned away from him in his arms like this, Harry could only reach the skin on the back of Draco’s neck and just a bit of his jaw when he turned his head one way or another, but then Draco seemed to get the idea and turned his head to the left side so that Harry had access to the right side of Draco’s neck, which he promptly started kissing and sucking, all the while continuing his movements of his hand along Draco’s giant cock. ‘Draco sure does take a lot of stimulation to cum. I bet he’ll be able to fuck my arse all night long when he gets around to buggering me,’ Harry thought to himself, suppressing a giggle.

            Draco moaned and groaned as the fire shot up through his balls, into his dick, but he didn’t cum. The fire just stayed there, tingling with the stimulation of every neuron along his shaft of delicate skin. Draco felt like a volcano ready and waiting to erupt, needing just a bit more to trigger the melt down.

            ‘After being buggered with his thing, I probably won’t be any more coherent than Draco seems to be now,’ Harry thought as he continued his wanking with his right hand, while he used his left hand to explore Draco’s chest. He gently pinched one nipple and then the other and was rewarded with more senseless noises from his boyfriend.

            Draco pushed his hips up into Harry’s waiting hand; just far enough to give Harry’s cock some room to move under Draco’s arse. No longer was his renewed erection trapped against his stomach, but it was now sticking out at an angle. Then Draco lowered himself back into Harry’s lap, forcing Harry’s pajama clad cock down underneath him, taking the pajamas with it. Harry groaned at the sensation of having Draco’s arse sitting and grinding on top of his raging hard on. It felt so good that Harry pulled Draco’s body down harder, with his left arm, onto his eager cock, while squeezing the head of Draco’s cock with his right hand.

            Draco moaned and bucked in Harry’s arms, but with Harry’s left arm holding him down so tightly, he wasn’t able to move, except for back and forth along Harry’s trapped cock. If Harry didn’t know better, he would think that Draco was deliberately grinding on his cock, but he was fairly sure that Draco was far too gone to know what he was doing to him. “Get it Draco, cum in my hand,” Harry encouraged.

            Draco’s blood was pounding through his body. Harry had abandoned the stroking and was now squeezing his head rhythmically and the feeling reminded him of how the sphincter of Harry’s arse contracted around his finger when he was fingering Harry earlier. He thought of the sight of the thick white fluid dripping out of that tight hole and the way Harry had moaned and came when he had pushed into his prostate. He wondered if he would be able to press into that gland with his dick once they were actually fucking; would he be able to make Harry scream like that using his dick? Draco moaned at the thought and he felt Harry’s left arm move from holding him around the shoulders, to wrapping around his hips, pulling his groin into Harry’s lap even more. Harry felt hot and hard under him and Harry’s hand was squeezing tighter, with two fingers reaching out to caress the delicate folds of skin just under the head of his dick. Draco felt lips sucking on his neck and then those two fingers brushed just right, sending sparks along his aching dick and igniting the volcano within. He felt his dick spasm and twitch as his cum gushed forth, emptying his balls in the most fantastic way possible.

            Draco thrashed on top of Harry, Draco’s warm, soft arse cheeks writhing on top of Harry’s trapped cock and that was enough to send Harry spiraling into his second orgasm of the afternoon.

Author’s Note: I got several wonderful proposal ideas, but I’m still looking for inspiration for wedding proposals. Harry needs a couple different ideas to consider and I need a few more details before I can flesh a good proposal out…

Also, how are my sex scenes doing? I know I used to suck at them, but I’m really hoping I’ve improved with this story.

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